Much as I loved the team in both '97 and '98 (and if any team needed a reason to rally round, we did in '98), I have to say the team in '02 was just phenomenal. I mean, look at the fourth line - two Hall of Famers on the fourth line - how many teams do you know who can make that claim? And it also gave us a chance to see a potential star for the first time...that year was proof that you really had to have something to crack the lineup as a rookie, and a certain someone did just that. And now look at where he is...
And this is a team ('02) where I can honestly say I remember exactly where I was when the whole thing turned around and I knew that it was ours. I can't say that about '97.
As stated in "Pirate Radio"..."Spoken like a five-star chicken."
Of course, Andrew Ference comes out and says his teammate was wrong, and gets raked over the coals for it. I shouldn't be surprised that no one wants to come out and tell the truth about Cooke.
Someone is going to get him. I don't know who, and I don't know when, but it's gonna happen. And it won't be pretty when it does. But if he expects to get sympathy when and if it happens, the only place he's gonna find it is the dictionary.
"The Freshman" doesn't ring a bell, I am sad to say.
We've been known to use lines out of "O Brother" in public if the right situation arises. It's one of those movies where we pretty much know a lot of the dialog by heart. And the music is perfect. It deserved the Grammy that it got.
I was actually a bit surprised that in almost every category for forwards it was either Dats then Crosby, or Crosby then Dats. The players know that he's in the top 5 of players in the NHL, but apparently the NHL and a lot of its fans don't think so.
Well, you know what they say...artists are never appreciated in their own time.
And as far as Pasha being the second smartest player in the league, I'm sorry, but he's got more smarts in the fingernail of his pinky than that thing in Pittsburgh could ever dream of having in his whole body - ever.
My housemate tried watching "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas", made it through about an hour and 15 minutes, and said, "You're right. You have to be either drunk or seriously medicated to watch this." She gave up. Can't say I blame her.
I have a very dear friend named Julie, who, unfortunately, is confined to a wheelchair. She had a wonderful picture of her with Jiri Fischer that she had always wanted him to sign, but could never get done. A couple years ago at camp, one of the volunteers asked if she had the picture with her. He took it to Jiri, and he signed it for her, along with the words, "Sometimes, life is better than we think it is. " When he brought the picture back to her, she and I both were in tears. It was such a sweet and wonderful thing.
A couple years before that, she was close to getting Scotty Bowman to stop and talk to her, but he got mobbed by people. He looked at her and said, "Maybe tomorrow I'll come out." She said it was okay, and didn't think about it. A few minutes later, someone tapped her on the shoulder and said, "He wants to see you."
"Mr. Bowman." He had gone over to where Julie and her husband had parked their jeep and was waiting for her. They sat and talked, just the two of them, for about 15 minutes. She said it was the thrill of a lifetime. I guess good things do come to those who wait.
I think the West is tougher. If you look at the standings in the East, teams that would make the playoffs there wouldn't even stand a chance in the West. I think we have it tougher because of the travel as well. It does play havoc on the body, there's no mistake about it. Eastern Conference teams when they play each other, it's mostly a hop, skip and jump to wherever the game is, but out in the West, it isn't that easy.
I'd be willing to bet that if we were in the East (oh please make it so), we'd be a very dominant team...more than we already are.